Deliverance from a Fit of Fainting in  General   

Worthy art Thou, O Lord, of praise,
But ah! It's not in me.
My sinking heart I pray Thee raise
So shall I give it Thee.

My life as spider's webb's cut off,
Thus fainting have I said,
And living man no more shall see
But be in silence laid.

My feeble spirit Thou didst revive,
My doubting Thou didst chide,
And though as dead mad'st me alive,
I here a while might 'bide.

Why should I live but to Thy praise?
My life is hid with Thee.
O Lord, no longer be my days
Than I may fruitful be.

By Anne Bradstreet

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• A Dialogue between Old England and New
• A Letter to Her Husband
• Another
• Another (II)
• Before the Birth of One of Her Children
• By Night when Others Soundly Slept
• Contemplations
• Deliverance from a Fit of Fainting
• Deliverance from Another Sore Fit
• Epitaphs
• Here Follow Several Occasional Meditations
• Here Follows Some Verses upon the Burning of Our H
• In Honour of that High and Mighty Princess, Queen
• In My Solitary Hours in My Dear Husband his Absenc
• In Reference to Her Children
• Meditations Divine and Moral
• Of the Four Ages of Man
• Prologue
• Spirit
• The Author to her Book
• The Flesh and the Spirit
• The Four Ages of Man
• The Vanity of All Worldly Things
• To Her Father with Some Verses
• To My Dear And Loving Husband
• Upon a Fit of Sickness
• Upon My Dear and Loving Husband his Going into Eng
• Upon Some Distemper of Body
• Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 18th
• We May Live Together